Bard's Life (First rp)
(my character is one from an old, relatively risque, Dnd campaign, so this is meant to be a fantasy-type story)
Russell "Rusty" Ironeyes woke up with a start at the crow of the rooster, he raised his groggy, pounding head up an surveyed his surroundings, remembering now both how much he drank and that he was in a borrowed room, having been lent it over night by a kindly family; not many would accept a stranger in their house and fewer still a half-orc, for while he was both short and slender by the standards of his kin standing just at 5'8" tall and roughly 150 lbs, a half-orc he remained. running his hand true the dark red hair for which he is nicknamed, he set about gathering his things, preparing to leave. as he moved about packing, he hears a knock on the door
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